It appears I did something right in a former life

Twenty-one years and counting. A long stretch behind me of A1Cs that made my doctors sigh heavily and say, I know you know that this isn’t good for you. An even longer stretch behind me of years when I didn’t bother to know what my A1C was.

Another annual eye exam.

Dread in the pit of my stomach all day. Will this be the time I don’t dodge the bullet? The other shoe has to fall sometime. Biting my lip as my eyes go crazy and I wait for the doctor to come in and check me. Taking my glasses off to see if there are any magazines on the rack. Putting them back on to see that the magazines a foot in front of my face are all year-old copies of Golf Digest. Waiting for the doctor to come in.

Sometimes I hate reading about this stuff, what you and Kerri and Nicole and Scott all the other adult type 1s dread and go thru. I hate knowing this is ahead of O and that I can’t always go with her to these appointments and that she’ll be facing this fear all on her own. It makes me die a little inside.

And I laughed out loud at the “hairy ears” part. I just had a dilated exam last Thursday and it’s strange what we chose to focus on while they’re shining … the sun, it seems, into our eyes. My doctor has a mole just above his right eyebrow. I stared at it for a while. 🙂

Good for you! Eye exams are horrible. I had one nasty old doc ask me if I found it difficult to sew with my poor eyesight. I told him no, and I didn’t find it difficult to pursue my career as a trial attorney either.
On another matter, why doesn’t my password work anymore? It worked once for a protected post but it won’t work for the recent Happy Camper entry. Help!
Now I’ll go back to my sewing.
Love you!